Here we go…
Been freaking for a couple of days about luggage and shit… I decide to upgrade to an Exit seat with room for feet and sleep and stuff….but I can’t.
I begin to become a little outraged. What?? Am I not capable?? Is it because I’m a woman?? A decidedly older woman?? Okay not old…older… I try all the other seats, nope,nope,nope.
I am fucking capable of getting everyone off this plane safely, darn it. AND I rock at the pointing out of exits, back, side and front. So I call up Air Canada and am greeted by Sebastien. Sebastien lets me know you can only upgrade 48 hours in advance. I might have suggested THAT nugget of info be posted.
Self-esteem firmly back in place, I enquire about luggage. Seb ( we are on cool-dude first names now), sounds vaguely horrified at the amount of luggage I have and gently breaks it to me that I can only check one bag, since I am *ahem, economy.
I am resigned to paying 225 dollars and 2 goats to actually get my luggage to Kuwait.
- Print tags. Luggage is right through to Kuwait. This sounds small but if I had to get my luggage and fucking haul it from Terminal 2 to Terminal 4 in Heathrow, someone would die. I mean you have to take a 20 minute train to Terminal 4. Score.
- Lovely little totally stressed girl says 2 massive over stuffed bags? No probs…would you also like to check your massively overstuffed cabin baggage right through as well for free? Hells ya!!!!
- Now I’ am here 2 hours to chill, one small bag and wearing what are really pyjamas, because I will be flying…alot.
Until the next time my friends…. cheers lovelies.